In sunlight
And laughter
If it’s boredom
That you’re after
There’s other places to go
How could I not see
Another part of me
How else to be
With perspicacity
Befuddled
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
In sunlight
And laughter
If it’s boredom
That you’re after
There’s other places to go
How could I not see
Another part of me
How else to be
With perspicacity
Befuddled
Arrive at The Bothy for one full week
Provisions bought at M&S
So little need for further departures
But absolutely no TV
Even though last night’s
Sky Arts expose of the Moody Blues
Totally captivated me
My clumsiness
Is fast approaching
A worrying level
Says he
As his coca-cola bubbles over
And floods all across the table top
Meanwhile
A Fever Tree advertisement
Is read out at The Valley
A particularly uninspiring
Shopping centre
On the outskirts of Evesham
On this grey cloud
Monastic Retreat Monday morning
With three more weeks to go
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It is easier
To be together
When we are apart
Can we feel so much more
For each other
With distance between us
The wedding guests
Those who stayed over
Are now leaving
As it was
So it will be
Or that’s how it seems
She sends him to the car
For provisions
And outdoor clothing
She sends him again
For newspapers
And Sunday supplements
She then plays hell with him
For not being steady
As she pours the wine
He does what he is told
Then apologises and apologises
No wonder. he drives a Ford